I'm 29. Why the Hell is hair growing in/on my ears?!

This morning I noticed in the mirror tufts of hair sprouting out of my ear, like demonic stamenish cauliflower. Several little bastards, in a clump, and as my hair is blonde (sans beard) I never noticed them. With prejudice did I rip the geriatric follicles out, bemoaning my genes, Republicans, Democrats, the feudal system, the metric system, communism, high fructose corn syrup, popped collars, humidity, Corporate America, and plumbers' crack (because if you zero in on just the crack, it's hard to tell if it's a guy or girl. Too many false positives have led me to favor flat stomachs and tight waists to avoid future conHoosian ). Then I noticed hair on my ears, little bleach-blonde reminders of my enevitable leap into my 30s (9 months from now). After spending time with family and several Railbenders later, I realized ignorance isn't bliss; bliss is a Mach 5 razor, the beginnings of an epic buzz/hangover, and pieces of toilet paper afixed to my ears, not unlike a mosquito with a nosebleed.

So Ars, regale this thread with realizations of your descent into senility, OR your Saturday night plans. Whoever's less gray by the end of the night wins a prize.

My ears are inconsequential, but my nose seems to be descending into a place of competition with Andelain, and I'm not happy about it. Sticking the business end of a pair of very sharp scissors into my fucking nose is a little counterintuitive; I'm also interested in the recommendations potentially offered here.

My ears are inconsequential, but my nose seems to be descending into a place of competition with Andelain, and I'm not happy about it. Sticking the business end of a pair of very sharp scissors into my fucking nose is a little counterintuitive; I'm also interested in the recommendations potentially offered here.

I once saw in a movie, a device which looked surprisingly like a small dremel with a cylindrical attachment at the end. I assume the cylinder is some kind of safety blade just like clippers, in some automagical way. You stick the cylinder in your nose, push the button and "bzzt", nose hair gets cut. It wasn't some mythbuster-esque post apocalyptic grooming product, it was apparently part of some high end grooming kit.

I first noticed there was hair growing on my ears when my barber offered to trim them for me. Talk about a wake-up call. Now I'm paranoid about them. I have the same trimmer that Jables posted. Works on ears and nose alike.

My ears are inconsequential, but my nose seems to be descending into a place of competition with Andelain, and I'm not happy about it. Sticking the business end of a pair of very sharp scissors into my fucking nose is a little counterintuitive; I'm also interested in the recommendations potentially offered here.

I once saw in a movie, a device which looked surprisingly like a small dremel with a cylindrical attachment at the end. I assume the cylinder is some kind of safety blade just like clippers, in some automagical way. You stick the cylinder in your nose, push the button and "bzzt", nose hair gets cut. It wasn't some mythbuster-esque post apocalyptic grooming product, it was apparently part of some high end grooming kit.

I've tried various types of electric trimmers and while they work, their vibrations tickle the inside of my nose and make me sneeze.

I went to a local drugstore with a good cosmetics section and found a pair of small, blunt-nosed scissors which remain in the bathroom for use in nose hair (and ear hair, when I can convince someone to do it for me) trimming.

Fortunately, even at 51 my ear hair isn't so profuse as to be noticeable. I used to work with someone who, while his ear hair wasn't as long as this guy's, was still very visible.

I first noticed there was hair growing on my ears when my barber offered to trim them for me.

They're bastards like that. I was relaxing in the chair having a haircut once and the barber chick said "would you like me to trim your sideburns or eyebrows?"

EYEBROWS?!?!? This went far beyond shattering the quiet delusion that yeah, she thinks I'm hot and stabbed me directly in the self-confidence.

"Why? What's wrong with my eyebrows? NO! Jesus Christ!"

I left after the haircut convinced I must look like Sir Charles Court. A freakish, bushy-eyebrowed monster that no-one could love.

I got back to work and demanded everyone tell me what was wrong with my eyebrows. "Nothing!" "Seriously, they're fine." "They're actually fairly neat. Do you comb them?"

This is where working in IT was a disadvantage. "WHAT DO YOU LOT KNOW? YOU HAVE PENISES!"

Someone found Michelle, the only one amongst us who, rumour would have it, did not have a penis, and brought her to me. By this stage I was growing inconsolable. But she worked some magic, assured me my eyebrows were the most attractive eyebrows she ever seen and she was having a great deal of trouble keeping her clothes on. Someone gave me a hot chocolate, and I calmed down and spent the rest of the afternoon curled up in the foetal position in my chair, sucking my thumb.

Since around the age of 25, I've had 3 rogue nose hairs shooting straight down from right nostril. Like clockwork, they emerge from my nostril once every few weeks and they are mercilessly plucked. I know it's time when my nostril starts getting tickled like crazy. And plucking is always a terrible experience, because those nosehairs are apparently attached to a very important nerve in my face, leaving me crying (although not from pain it's just super tingly).

Eh, just get used to it. I have chest hair. It's not super stupendous but it's pretty good. Looks macho and all. The problem is that my rotund belly is making a mighty effort to catch up. Never mind the built in epaulettes. There's the phrase, "ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny". I think it's just capitulating anymore.

My ears are inconsequential, but my nose seems to be descending into a place of competition with Andelain, and I'm not happy about it. Sticking the business end of a pair of very sharp scissors into my fucking nose is a little counterintuitive; I'm also interested in the recommendations potentially offered here.

I picked up one of these this past week. Cheap, works well. Might make your eyes water.

I first noticed there was hair growing on my ears when my barber offered to trim them for me.

They're bastards like that. I was relaxing in the chair having a haircut once and the barber chick said "would you like me to trim your sideburns or eyebrows?"

Last month the barber chick cutting my hair said, "I'm going to trim your eyebrows now... if that's okay" with the strong implication that for all that was good and honest and decent in the world, it had better be okay. So I let her. It had never in my life occurred to me that eyebrows need trimming.

I first noticed there was hair growing on my ears when my barber offered to trim them for me.

They're bastards like that. I was relaxing in the chair having a haircut once and the barber chick said "would you like me to trim your sideburns or eyebrows?"

Last month the barber chick cutting my hair said, "I'm going to trim your eyebrows now... if that's okay" with the strong implication that for all that was good and honest and decent in the world, it had better be okay. So I let her. It had never in my life occurred to me that eyebrows need trimming.

Damn I'm old.

That's SOP at a good salon. For bushy-browed people like me, it's wonderful.

I first noticed there was hair growing on my ears when my barber offered to trim them for me.

They're bastards like that. I was relaxing in the chair having a haircut once and the barber chick said "would you like me to trim your sideburns or eyebrows?"

EYEBROWS?!?!? This went far beyond shattering the quiet delusion that yeah, she thinks I'm hot and stabbed me directly in the self-confidence.

"Why? What's wrong with my eyebrows? NO! Jesus Christ!"

I left after the haircut convinced I must look like Sir Charles Court. A freakish, bushy-eyebrowed monster that no-one could love.

I got back to work and demanded everyone tell me what was wrong with my eyebrows. "Nothing!" "Seriously, they're fine." "They're actually fairly neat. Do you comb them?"

This is where working in IT was a disadvantage. "WHAT DO YOU LOT KNOW? YOU HAVE PENISES!"

Someone found Michelle, the only one amongst us who, rumour would have it, did not have a penis, and brought her to me. By this stage I was growing inconsolable. But she worked some magic, assured me my eyebrows were the most attractive eyebrows she ever seen and she was having a great deal of trouble keeping her clothes on. Someone gave me a hot chocolate, and I calmed down and spent the rest of the afternoon curled up in the foetal position in my chair, sucking my thumb.

True story.

I would still be paranoid that she was just being nice, and that once you were placated, your coworkers went "so Michelle, the eyebrows!?" and she just slowly shakes her head as she walks away. The only way to really be sure is to be Mel Gibson from What Women Want

I tend to pluck my eyebrows out of nervousness or frustration. With my fingers. After a particularly bad day at work, I left with only half an eyebrow. Got strange looks for the rest of the week. they're blonde too so it's hard to notice unless you look.

My ears are inconsequential, but my nose seems to be descending into a place of competition with Andelain, and I'm not happy about it. Sticking the business end of a pair of very sharp scissors into my fucking nose is a little counterintuitive; I'm also interested in the recommendations potentially offered here.

I picked up one of these this past week. Cheap, works well. Might make your eyes water.

My ears are inconsequential, but my nose seems to be descending into a place of competition with Andelain, and I'm not happy about it. Sticking the business end of a pair of very sharp scissors into my fucking nose is a little counterintuitive; I'm also interested in the recommendations potentially offered here.

I picked up one of these this past week. Cheap, works well. Might make your eyes water.

you're only 29, I'm 55. Eventually you may also have to worry about nose hair, bushy eyebrows and back hair. I do trim ear hair, bushy eyebrows, and occasionally nose hair, plucked maybe 3 back hairs. If your male it just gets worse the older you get as far as hair where you don't want it. Fortunately the hair on my head seems to be about where it's been for the last 40 years.

I went and checked myself, being same age as OP, still pure peachfuzz on the ears.

Getting the occasional hair on the bridge of the nose...weirds me out. Luckily its pretty much just black peach fuzz, not thick and curly. Talk about the unibrow potential here though. I wish I had daughters to embarrass.

My youngest son was born with hair on the outside of his ears. Seems to have fallen out completely within a month.

you're only 29, I'm 55. Eventually you may also have to worry about nose hair, bushy eyebrows and back hair. I do trim ear hair, bushy eyebrows, and occasionally nose hair, plucked maybe 3 back hairs. If your male it just gets worse the older you get as far as hair where you don't want it. Fortunately the hair on my head seems to be about where it's been for the last 40 years.

My problem is greying. I'm not even 28 and I'm well on my way to Silver Fox status. Basically a grey streak on either side of my head. Fortunately, if genetics are anything to go by, I'll have hair long into my 70's it'll just be completely grey by the time I'm 30.

I've just gotten used to trimming and clipping every so often. I'm bordering on furry (not a furry, rather being furry). I don't go out shirtless if I can help it...at all. That said, I have a pair of nail scissors that I user for my nose. I just have to be careful, cuz' the pointy end of the scissors can cause some serious pain. I trim my eyebrows every so often, because I get the one or two rogue hairs that go all crazy and long, and my ears I trim up with some blunted trimming shears and tweezers. I'm 39 now, and I guess the ear and nose hair started really coming in about 6 or 7 years ago. Usually when I'm getting my hair cut, the barber will ask if I want my eyebrows trimmed, and he just zips along my ears with the electric clippers pretty much as a matter of course.

you're only 29, I'm 55. Eventually you may also have to worry about nose hair, bushy eyebrows and back hair. I do trim ear hair, bushy eyebrows, and occasionally nose hair, plucked maybe 3 back hairs. If your male it just gets worse the older you get as far as hair where you don't want it. Fortunately the hair on my head seems to be about where it's been for the last 40 years.

I'm 25 and I have plenty of back hair to go around.

Oh yeah? Well, I've got leg hair growing on my back* - beat that!

*due to skin grafts taken from my legs when I burned my back at 2 years of age - and no, I wasn't doing pyro back then.

No. Still screwed here. Peachfuzz on my ear trimmed when I notice, the ones I plucked growing in my ear, occasional hairs on nose tip, nose hair is trimmed twice a week and before any dates (as a rule), the hair on the back of my neck I shave everytime I shave my face, gray at the temples if it gets long enough, and sporadic back hair that I can get to mostly with a razor.

I bent my 'm a wookie (for the most part, all this extra hair's blonde to translucent. I bemoan all this in jest mostly.)